My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 365:

“Enough. Get up. There’s no need to keep kneeling. We’re not living in the Middle Ages,” Carrie said, her cold gaze fixed on Willow.

Willow’s constant kneeling didn’t seem so much like submission as it did a quiet threat. Carrie thought to herself that since she wasn’t divorcing Kristopher, it might be a good idea to find a chance to replace the maid. There was something off about her, and Carrie’s instincts were rarely wrong.

“Yes, yes,” Willow replied, rising to her feet. Oliver reappeared and announced, “Mr. Norris, Mrs. Norris, I’ve removed him and instructed security not to allow his entry again.” As he spoke, he cast a cautionary look at Willow. Willow quickly acknowledged her error once again and said, “I’m truly sorry. It won’t happen again.” “It’s getting late. Thank you for your hard work today. You should go back,” Carrie said, overlooking Willow and speaking to Oliver. She then helped Kristopher inside. They ascended the stairs to the bedroom, and Carrie helped Kristopher sit on the edge of the bed. As she was about to leave to shower, Kristopher caught her wrist. She paused and looked at him. “Hmm? What is it?” He remained silent but drew her nearer. His free hand wandered under her clothes, advancing upward as his breathing intensified. His intentions were unmistakable. She noticed his bandaged arm, pushed his hand away, and stepped back, firmly saying, “No, your wound might reopen.” Kristopher gave her a woeful look, so Carrie leaned down and gave him a quick kiss. He reached down, and the soft sound of a zipper sliding open was heard. She paused, her eyes drifting down to see a certain part of him already standing at attention. His voice raspy, he suggested, “You take the lead and move.”

“Yes, yes,” Willow replied, rising to her feet. Oliver reappeared and announced, “Mr. Norris, Mrs. Norris, I’ve removed him and instructed security not to allow his entry again.”

acknowledged her error again and said, “I’m truly sorry. It won’t happen

getting late. Thank you for your hard work today. You should go back,” Carrie said,

helped Kristopher sit on the edge of the bed. As she was about to leave to shower, Kristopher caught her wrist. She paused and looked at him. “Hmm? What is it?” He remained silent but drew her

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pushed his hand away, and stepped

of a zipper sliding open filled the air. She paused, her eyes drifting down to see a certain part of him already standing at attention. His voice was raspy as he suggested, “You

your stamina. You are so weak.” Carrie noticed a healthy flush had returned to Kristopher’s cheeks. Gone was the pallor of his hospital stay; he looked robust and full of life, far from a man who had recently faced death. She eyed him skeptically. “Were you truly that badly hurt?” Kristopher regained his composure, leaning back on the headboard with a sigh. “It turns out I am quite sick. I’m already exhausted after just a short while.” He then turned to Carrie and said, “My main artery was nearly cut through. I was on the verge of death. Do you understand the gravity of severing an artery? It’s a common method for suicide.” Carrie pondered briefly, her knowledge of biology lacking, and asked with a frown, “Is there a major artery in the…?” Kristopher explained earnestly, “Yes, the axillary artery. It extends from the subclavian artery, runs through the armpit, and along the lower edge of the